Facing Chelsea's questioning, Leslie did not respond directly. She glanced at Chelsea and Austin and shook her head slightly, saying, "I never imagined that the genius girl of the Council of Elders would end up marrying a man like this. I can't tell if it's tragic or lucky."
Although Austin was the crown prince, his talent and character were nothing special. He was merely a puppet of the Council of Elders, benefiting only from his birthright.
Chelsea's talent and beauty had long been recognized among the upper echelons of the Azure Kingdom, shining like the brightest gem. Austin was simply not worthy of her. Despite being enemies, Leslie couldn't help but feel a bit of regret.
Humiliated by Leslie's words, Austin, who had never been insulted in such a manner, felt his anger surge, veins bulging on his forehead.
"You, a traitor, dare to spout nonsense here! Kneel before me and bow your head!"
